Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Shaper than him.

Never any thing said, was what i wanted to hear, even the other daythe sky looked the same. The day after a sudden spurt of locustswarmed over head, a sign that he had his eyes had been wanderingand maybe you should had stayed there. The place lit up. Its mostcaptivating and I feel myself loosing the battle.

I'm gonna dance really hard on your chest, to see if you alive,so you can feel me on top of your hard self. Crush the breast bone.Steal your still pumping heart and tell it to fuckingbreathe once in a while, it gets the blood flowing again. It justdosnt want to spend its whole life alone.

You see I'm becoming caught up in a webfull of half told stories. They pile up in stackshigher that my head in the clouds. I wonderall day if this is where I'm bound to be forever.What if one day i wake up and scream and jump outof my skin... Most literally.

I'm gonna walk each day though with a careful step. The cloudsare far to white to ignore, and the air sweeter than the day before.Even if we both fall apart in front of one another, at leastwe had the chance of multiplying for one last time.